Mail Call

I just went to pick up the mail and the letters are a mix of sizes and weights. As is typical the bills and promotions are addresses to me (nothing new, nothing exciting). Then I get to the bottom of the pile and there is the bigger stuff, The College Alumni Bulletin, and The Journal of Medicine, AND a package from the Benefits Consultants. I hang over the island in the kitchen and breeze through the Alumni magazine. Nothing of that much interest but a smile comes across my face and I am happy. Why you ask? Because DB’s mail comes to our home now. It means he has to come back because he has to get his mail. When I was little (even now) I don’t like to go away for more than a week. What if something important comes in the mail and I miss it. Nothing important comes anymore, nothing that you can’t get online or via your cell phone, but to me I know DB has to come home because I have his mail. To me it means he live here.